❝When love is at its best,
One loves so much that
He cannot forget.❞
Years he spent loving her from afar. But she was out of his league, and for her, he was non-existent.
Now, when he is a successful Movie star, will his first love find a happy end...
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Fareeha was much more confident now. She sat in the usual spot at the café, adjusted the olive green dupatta on one side of her shoulder, and glanced at the door. Imtiaz was good with words. Or perhaps no man has ever spoken too sweetly and highly of her. Adil did, but not in a romantic sense. And, Hadi.
Feeling bitter, Fareeha picked a glass of water. Just as she was about to sip, she noticed someone watching her. Diagonal to her table, a man behind a Khaleej Times newspaper seemed suspicious. He peeped. Fareeha choked on the water, and her eyes widened. He stuffed his head back into the paper.
She placed the glass on the table. Pressing her lips together, she looked around with uncertainty. Before she rose from her seat, a kind voice interrupted her, - "Hi, Fareeha."
She fumbled, knocking the glass over, and spilling water on the table. Fareeha gasped, covering her mouth with one hand.
Sarfaraz straightened, pulling down the paper to his lap.
"Oh, are you alright?"
"I am sorry, I am sor—"
"It is okay—not a big deal." Imtiaz held her shoulders. A waiter appeared and began cleaning, suggesting that they take another table.
What the hell? A second meeting and he was touching her. The audacity. Weirdo. Sarfaraz glowered at them. Getting up, he shuffled to a seat closer to theirs.
"Um, Imtiaz." Fareeha hesitated, slipping half her hair to her back, - "Can we go somewhere else—somewhere open?" She placed a glance through the corner of her eye, - "Like some park—"
Imtiaz smiled, - "Of course. But first have the coffee here, the one you loved." His eyes sparkled.
Fareeha nodded, shyly, - "You noticed?" She knotted her finger with the golden border of her dupatta.
"Obviously. You are going to be my wife. I should notice that."
She giggled.
Hot lava of anger boiled inside Sarfaraz, watching them. Fareeha was such a dumbo. She sways towards anyone nice to her. Perhaps because of her dad. Or—him?
He shook his head, looking away from them. By now, their coffee had come. Imtiaz kept smiling at Fareeha, and she blushed as both picked their mugs.
Adil's words echoed in his head as Sarfaraz recollected the night of his movie's premiere.
"And why such an extreme reaction from you? Do you have feelings for her?"
"Feelings? For her? She is my best friend and as any man should, I was concerned for her."
"This? Is this just a concern? You would have murdered me. I don't think that's normal—concern."
"Since we got together, it's always her. Even on our dates, you are on call with her. Remember that night, you just left me in the car for her, and another night I was fanatically calling and you left your phone and spent the entire night with her, even at the restaurant with that fake Hadi—again—her."
